Potty Training

Image Description: Three women are standing in a bedroom, bent over a bed, next to a wastebasket. All three have their pants pulled down slightly to expose their oversized diapers. The two girls on the left have one hand on their diapers, as if in distress. The girl on the left has brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and is wearing a gray sweatshirt, a pink shirt underneath, a blue diaper, dark gray pants, and bright pink socks. The girl in the middle has long blonde hair, a gray hoodie with writing on the back, a purple shirt underneath, a blue diaper, purple capris, and white ankle socks. The girl on the right has dark brown hair and is wearing an off-the-shoulder pink top with a white cami underneath, a white diaper with a green stripe down the middle, and black pants.

Caption: Mrs. Stevens was at her wit’s end. Halfway through the school year, and the Beta Tau Gamma fraternity house next door had to reclassify itself as a sorority thanks to her spells. She’d hoped that would put a stop to the raucous parties, but if anything, they’d only gotten worse! Loud boys coming in and out at all hours, that head-splitting noise they called “music” nowadays, and the filth. Sure, they couldn’t relieve themselves on her prize bluebells anymore, but these—well, you could hardly call them ladies, could you?—would just hike up their skirts (not that they needed to hike them very far, mind you, even in this weather) and squat right there in the yard when the party was on. The snowy yard was still splotched with yellow patches after their last little soirée. So she rolled up her sleeves and hit the spellbooks. She’d raised five lovely children, so she knew a thing or two about discipline. Sometimes if you wanted a child to learn a bit of self-control, you had to take some control away. The sisters next door had a lot of growing up to do, but Mrs. Stevens supposed that if they behaved themselves, she might even put them back in their big girl panties by the time Spring Break rolled around.

Commentary: This is a sequel to Watering the Flowers, and won't be the last we see of Mrs. Stevens or the fratgirls next door...

The Wand of Desire

Image Description: A young woman with long brown hair sits up against a wall, pushing a blue crystalline object into her shaved pussy. She is wearing a turquoise tube top that is pushed down below her naked breasts, and a striped knee-sock in various shades of turquoise. She has one hand curled between her breasts, and her eyes are closed in an expression of pleasure.

Caption: Kevin found the wand at an archaeological dig site with his graduate program. It was half sticking out of the dirt, made of a shiny blue crystal that looked at once both new and ancient. He knew he should have turned it in, but he liked the way it looked, the way it felt in his hands. He hid it until they’d returned to the States, looking at it only once before going back to his apartment.

The find gave him a newfound energy and confidence. He dressed in brighter colors (mostly shades of blue). Kevin was friendlier, more outgoing, and horny. He found himself masturbating three or four times a day, always holding the wand, sometimes using it to stroke the shaft of his cock, loving its little tingles of pleasure.

You might think his grades would suffer, but they improved dramatically. Kevin felt like he understood these ancient cultures intimately. He spent more and more time in the archives, poring over maps of the dig site and cataloguing the artifacts. He was looking for something, but didn’t know what it was.

As time passed, he let his hair grow out and stopped shaving (not that anyone would notice). His muscle mass dwindled and he put on weight in his chest and hips. He noticed that his cock no longer filled his hand, but he put off seeing a doctor. Between classes and the archives and his still-increasing libido, he just didn’t have the time.

He barely noticed when the professors and other students started calling him Kendra. It felt natural. He did notice the strange looks he got when using the men’s restrooms, so he started using the women’s. It was nicer anyway, and it’s not like he could use a urinal anymore. Occasionally he’d think it strange how small his dick was, how his semen had become so thin and clear. But it was so much more sensitive now, and he didn’t want that to go away.

His scrotum had become little more than a flap of extra skin behind his shrunken dick. He didn’t pay it any notice (in fact, he kind of liked how smooth everything looked without it) until one day the wand brushed against it, and Kevin gasped at the sensation. He probed it with his fingers, noticing for the first time that it folded inward, and that it demanded to be filled.

Something clicked in her mind. She pushed the wand inside, tensing as it filled her. She brought herself to orgasm once, twice, then lost count. Kevin was carried away by waves of intense pleasure, and only Kendra remained.

When it was over, Kendra stood, shakily, seized again with the need to go searching through the archives again. But now she felt another desire, like her massive libido had become laser-focused. And unlike her long nights wandering among maps and pottery, she knew exactly what she wanted.

Changing Storms: Snow Job

Image Description: A young woman with dirty blond hair pulled back into a ponytail with a red scrunchie stands outside. She is topless with red thong underwear, and she is gathering snow from a large snowdrift into a green tub.

Caption: David got caught outside during the changing storm, along with hundreds of other newly-minted teenage girls. He arrived home to find a thong, a scrunchie, and a copy of Seventeen magazine on his bed. His roommates thought they were so funny. They also thought they’d be safe
staying inside until all the snow melted. A second exposure to the snow meant David might spend a couple more days in this form, but it’d be worth it to get back at the other guys.

After all, revenge is a dish best served cold.

Watering the Flowers

Image Description: A young woman with shoulder-length black hair stands facing away from the camera towards some bushes and trees. She is topless, with her jeans and thong panties pulled down to her knees, and her hands held in front of her.

Caption: Mrs. Stevens had lived on Maple St. for thirty years. It used to be a quiet neighborhood, but the local college had been steadily expanding over the decades, and two years ago, a fraternity bought the house next door. She tolerated the noisy parties and the broken bottles and the puddles of vomit in silence, but she couldn't abide the young men relieving themselves on her prized flowers and bushes. She'd be in the cold ground before she let Dorothy Williams win the City Council award for best landscaping.

So one night Mrs. Stevens whipped up a little something for when the boys whipped out their little somethings. Normally on Friday nights, she was in bed with earplugs and a book, but tonight she just had to watch from her window. Sure enough, one dark-haired, shirtless young man stumbled up to the plants along the edge of her property and clumsily pulled down his pants and briefs. He unleashed his stream, and the spell kicked into action. The yellow fluid stopped suddenly in midair, then reversed, pulling back up into the young man's member—and then pulling the member along with it! Once his genitals had completely disappeared within the dark mound of pubic hair, the magic rippled outward from his groin, changing toned muscle to soft curves. His body hair disappeared, his skin softened, and his body plumped up—too many of those sorority girls had too little meat on their bones—and his hair grew longer. His clothes changed, too, into a fashionable little thong and some tight jeans—after all, Mrs. Stevens was young once too—but the spell couldn't make the boy a shirt. But a little embarrassment would help the lesson stick.

The changes finished within a moment, the drunken fratgirl still holding onto a penis that wasn't there. She'd notice in a minute, and in the future, hopefully she and her brothers would find somewhere else to pee.

Either that, or they'd become a house of respectful young ladies. That'd be okay too.

Commentary: Breaking my own rules a little with this one. I try not to make the caption space any bigger than the image, and I like to keep the captions pretty short, but every now and then the story gets away from me and you get something like this. Hopefully it's still enjoyable! After all, this won't be the last we see of Mrs. Stevens...

Passing Out

Image Description: A naked young woman with long, wavy blonde hair is lying awkwardly across an ornate velvet couch, apparently asleep.

Caption: Before transferring to Central Magic University, Chad used to worry that passing out at a party meant he'd wake up with Sharpie on his face.

Commentary: New content Friday! Magic universities are one of my favorite settings. If you want a particularly good, sexy take on just such a university, try reading Maxwell Avoi's The Freshman Experience! It's available as a standalone book or in a bundle with four other stories in Fantastic Variations. If you want to read more about it before you commit, I reviewed it over on the old Tumblr, but since I can't figure out how to link to the old Tumblr now that it's dashboard-only, I reposted it here, today! Double content!

TG Book Review: The Freshman Experience by Maxwell Avoi

(Originally posted on Tumblr)

In an attempt to make this Tumblr a little more than just captions, I’m going to post occasional reviews of TF-related stories I’ve read. I finished The Freshman Experience recently, and had to share my thoughts.

I’m a big fan of universes where stuff like magic is integrated into everyday life, and of various schools of witchcraft and wizardry, so that’s what drew me to give this story a shot. Avoi does well with it, following a college freshman at a magic university who falls prey to an upperclassman prank. The prank involves some fun (and seriously sexy) transformations, and the protagonist works with other affected freshmen to try to unravel the spell they’ve fallen under before it’s too late. 

The book is full of good ideas, with interesting uses of magic that create a very dynamic status quo, and a series of ticking time bombs for the protagonist. The relationships between the affected freshmen feel very well-realized, and are not what you normally see in magical gender transformation erotica stories. By giving us a large group of similarly-transformed people, Avoi’s able to explore characters in more depth than a typical Fictionmania “I’ve turned into a girl, this is how it affects my friends/family/significant other” fashion. 

There are a few issues. Avoi’s juggling a lot of characters here, and all the transformed freshmen have both male and female names. As a result, there are several passages where Avoi mixes up two similar names of different characters. It’s a minor thing, but speaks to the value of close editing. There are some mind control/alteration aspects that make for dubious-at-best consent in some of the sex scenes, which squicks me out a bit. Finally, the plot resolves somewhat abruptly (and a bit too tidily), and rests on something that should have occurred to the characters early on. It’s a bit too deus ex machina, and makes the work done by the protagonist & his pals throughout largely a red herring. 

Despite those issues, I really did like The Freshman Experience, and I’d be very interested to see more from this universe. Avoi has a fun style that fits well with my particular interests, and this is my favorite thing I’ve read of his so far. You can get it at Amazon as a solo ebook for $3.99, or in the Fantastic Variations bundle with four other stories for just a dollar more!